once i want to be like them
they were on the streets
raising fists,
they keep on saying
the system is all wrong
and all they need is
reformation
to a certain extent they
killed those leaders
they want reforms
they all want change
then they win and take over
properties are taken
those who do not belong
are executed
here they are
another set of oppressors
they are the change
that need to be changed again
a cycle of executions
back to the barracks
oh yes, those who kill by the sword
now also perish by the sword.
and i watch all these by my window
from the house they burned before
which i have reconstructed
it is the same set of men
with blood in their veins
hearts of steel, bones of iron
minds of rocks, all mortals
destined to be gone.
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